Of all the tasks to receive, you were given that of preparing Kylo Ren's quarters. It was as difficult as it sounded, but you were not going to give up! And when a connection appeared to develop--well, you could not exactly explain your feelings, even though he didn't seem a stranger to them. Warnings: -The is for mature audiences due to plot and interactions between characters. -Limited Perspective, which leads to some emotional turmoil. -Dubcon but it IS consensual. Experiences of post-sex regret. Other Notes: (L/n) is used in this fic. This fic utilizes an unreliable narrator. [Originally Published in 2016]

Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ - ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. "If this goes further," I warn, voice low, dangerous, "I don't know how to stop." His mouth curves, slow and dark. "Good," he says. "Neither do I." ❤︎₊ ⊹୨ৎ ꨄ She was born between tides and trees - claimed by no clan, yet known by Eywa. Between Tides and Trees follows Kìreya, a clanless Na'vi born from exile and secrecy. After losing her mother at a young age, she is forced to survive alone, moving between forests, reefs, and forgotten paths of Pandora. Neither fully of the sea nor the land, Kìreya becomes a traveler, mediator, and silent observer of many clans. As she becomes a bridge between divided clans, the truth of her origin begins to stir, as tensions rise and old truths resurface, she must confront the hidden legacy of her bloodline. Amid all she must endure, love is the one thing Kìreya never allows herself to want. Taught early to trust no one, she lives by rules shaped by loss and isolation - until a long, unfamiliar presence enters her path and with him, the slow destruction of every moral and boundary she once relied on. ❤︎₊ ⊹୨ৎ ꨄ * Disclaimer: This story follows the original timeline of Avatar: The Way of Water and Avatar: Fire and Ash. While it does not strictly adhere to every event, and minor details or changes have been made, the main storyline remains consistent with the original fiction -except for the fate of Neteyam of course. Part of the credit is reserved for the original characters, settings, and visuals!

Anna enters a unit that asks for trust and doesn't offer comfort. Task Force 141 operates in the spaces where rules blur and silence is enforced. She expects discipline. Obedience . Survival. What she doesn't expect is resistance. Ghost keeps his world sealed. Protocol over instinct. Control over connection. Whatever she is to the mission, she is not meant to be personal. She is just an asset for a successful mission. But silence has a way of shifting. And sometimes, in the last place you expect it, something breaks the rules you've lived by. Number 1 in #ghostcod

| 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. | Serena Vale comes to Camp Half-Blood beneath a sky that feels too heavy with meaning, as though the air itself remembers wars long forgotten. The borders still stand and the fires still burn, but the land hums with unease, threads of destiny pulled too tight, stretched thin by the hands that wove them. The gods remain distant, their voices scattered like echoes across centuries. Monsters stir where they once slept. Old loyalties begin to erode, not through open conflict, but through silence and doubt, where even truth feels unreliable. Percy has survived prophecy and defied expectation, yet this time the future refuses to reveal its shape. The signs are not carved into stone or whispered in dreams, they surface slowly, in fractures and omens, in the growing realization that some paths are set in motion long before anyone chooses to walk them. As mortal will and divine design begin to blur, Serena and Percy stand at the center of a gathering storm, not as champions summoned by fate, but as witnesses to its slow unfolding. What binds them is not certainty, but the understanding that every step forward carries a cost already accounted for. This is not the story of when war begins. It is the story of how it has always been waiting. Because some destinies do not arrive with thunder or flame. They move quietly, patiently, through the veins of the world, until there is nothing left untouched. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟐.𝟎𝟏.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟗.𝟎𝟏.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 - 𝟓 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 - 𝟓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐎𝐂

[Volume 1] Neteyam Sully was raised to live for others - leader's son, protector, believer in Eywa's balance. Duty is his inheritance and restraint is his armor. Ka'reya was born Mangkwan, among the Ash People who reject Eywa's path. But she believes anyway. In silence. In defiance. Faith is her rebellion and fire is the language she was taught to survive with. They are not meant to cross paths. They are not meant to understand each other. Yet something in him recognizes her strength. Something in her sees past his obedience. What grows between them is not gentle or safe - it is a collision of belief, loyalty and choice.

"𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞." "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞." "𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲." ⋆｡°✩ Saval is a female warrior of the Mangkwan Clan-Varang's most loyal blade. Ruthless in execution, quick in judgment, and trusted to survive alone where others would burn. But most importantly she is sent to spy. Instead, she is captured by the Metkayina clan. Neteyam, son of Toruk Makto, is ordered to guard her-to watch her, to decide if she is worth keeping alive. He wants her gone. She is everything he despises: ruthless, cold-blooded, and-by his belief-a disgrace to Eywa. This is a slowburn enemies to lovers story ⋆｡°✩

~ All neteyam imagines! ~ COMPLETED

Y/N, a medical student from New York, was sent to the moon Pandora for a mission instead of her older brother, Dr. Audrie L/N, who had died. She goes to earn trust of the people, but ends up building a conection with the eldest son of the Ole'eyktan. [Based on the first Avatar movie.] -I do not own Avatar. Contains: -Swear words -Violence -Spoilers